Abby walks into the house as Keira stands there watching her go.

Keira, internally: Abby’s never going to forgive me, is she?

A light appears above Keira’s shoulder, shaped somewhat like a large butterfly. Keira’s gaze shifts to look at it, eyebrows raised in interest rather than surprise.

???: Just give her some time, Keira.

The light fades to take form as a young woman with butterfly wings, pointed ears, and compassionate eyes.

???: She may not believe you now, but she’ll understand someday.